He Was Late to the Dance, But Right on Time for Me
I waited near the folding chairs for over twenty minutes, watching father-daughter pairs take the dance floor. Laughter echoed through the school gym as music played and everyone danced — even Mr. Wheeler, the school janitor, twirling his niece with the joy of a proud parent.
But I stood alone. Waiting. Watching the door. Hoping.
Just when I was sure he wasn’t coming, the door creaked open.